I'd been itching to check out the new store, especially after dad and I met Tyler at the Memorial Parade. And basically, it's like a slightly more unique and quirky Williams-Sonoma with deer heads mounted on the walls. That is, until much to my delight, you head to the back where they have not only, clean-looking public restrooms but a gorgeous nook filled with funky leather couches and every cookbook on Earth.
Well, every cookbook on Earth except of course, for the very book I needed. What gives, Florence? And on that note, how does anyone who works in a store where thousands of food books are for sale not know who Michael Ruhlman is?
That being said, I could sit in TyTy's book nook for days and days planning themed dinner parties and considering making cheese and sausage from scratch.
Anyway, "Tyler Forence Mill Valley" was growing on me, even though when we met him, Tyler couldn't have cared less that he was talking to two humans much less, well...US! I always assume that once celebrities of any stature on the alphabet ladder meet me and my friends/family, they'll suddenly discover that we're way better than normal, dorky people and want to be our friend. Never happens. Probably because we're normal, dorky people.
So we find dad some presents and pay the charming ladies at the counter, one of whom still doesn't know who Michael Ruhlman is and they kindly offer to wrap our gifts. Oh, marvelous! Yes, please! How nice of you!
Now, tell me if I'm being nitpicky, because I so love it when you call me on my shit in the comments, but isn't this wrap job a tad much? Wait, at WHO'S store did you get this? Oh yeah...